His thoughts were cut short by the sound of the sweetest voice he has ever heard. It sounded soft like the songs of birds in a spring morning, the texture was as soft as the petals of roses in garden of the creator. He could not describe how this voice affected him but he was sure it made him feel warm and he only had this feeling a very long time ago when his mother was still with him. Immediately he begin to search for the beholder of this beauty of a voice and it came to him as a surprise that it belong to Miss Roselle. HEY GUYS, SO I'LL BE UPDATING THIS BOOK EVERY THREE DAYS. IT DEFINITELY ISN'T EASY UPDATING A MULTIPLE BOOKS IN DIFFERENT APPS EVERYDAY ♥️